The High Men of the North
The Nelqorana are a legendary race of Men. The Nelqorana had their seat of power far away on an island in the icy north. Their island was a gift from the gods, and from that island they built an empire that has affected all the ages that have since come to pass. Their dominion and empire once comprised of much of the northern hemisphere, and their legacy is carried on by Juraedon, which was once a colony of Nelqora. Nelqora fell due to impiety, and none of their race unmingled exist in the known world.
The Nelqorana averaged around 6"5 in height. They were characterized by a muscular and very tall stature, a strong build, a long, harsh face, high cheekbones, a bold, aquiline nose, thinner lips, and fine teeth. Nelqorana eyes were often brightly colored, complexion varying between pale blue to darkest green; the beard was long and thick. The northern Nelqorana had blonde or golden hair, the southern, more populous Nelqorana had black or dark brown hair. Nelqorana lifespans would often reach into the 250's, their kings would often reach into the 300's. The lifespan of the Nelqorana diminished as time went on.
A curious development in their physiology was their cyclical awakeness. Because of the long winter nights and the long summer days of Nelqora, their bodies had adapted to the hostile clime. As the year approached the summer solstice, and then for a little time afterwards, they would require increasingly less sleep and would be filled with a constant, industrious energy. A similar change happened for the weeks approaching and leaving the winter solstice, but it would be a great lethargy. Many of the Nelqorana would hibernate in their homes for weeks, requiring little food or drink, and sleeping for most or all of the day.
The Nelqorana were a force to be reckoned with for 1600 years, and then they fell. Their island, their people, are now forever lost to the ice. All that is left of their colonies are ruins, and most of these were destroyed by vengeful Elves, by Hod the Great during his conquests in Erub, or by the local peoples who chafed under their cruel, latter-day rule. But their cultural legacy remains potent, their laws remain an important foundation for the laws of today, and the strength they brought to a pained continent, beating back the dark forces for centuries, though they were corrupted eventually, will never be forgotten; their works, at the least, will remain in legend.
Where now are the Nelqorana?
Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar?
Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth,
But dark is the path appointed for thee:
The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.
Race of Men, hailing from legend
Tall and proud and strong
Where now are thy fields of green?
Where are thy forests unending?
The land of plenty
Now of glass and snow
How beautiful and sad it is!
The crystal spires
The eagle eyries,
A tremor for Nelqora
Nothing remains but the tremor!